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O CRAZY LOVE
O CRAZY LOVE
O crazy love and purple premonition, violet laced;
You come to me and climb your cool stairwell;
The fortress that time has veiled with a fog.
Walls that are known by a closed heart.
Who could know this except a crystal builder;
One who builds cities as an impregnable fortress;
That blood poured forth its rivers, but its strength
Could never overpower death, love,
Which is why your kiss, your skin, your tender
Breast was all the patrimony of life, the blessed
Gift of spring showers, the world of nature
That uplifts the fertile seeds,
The cryptic storm of wine in catacombs
The flare of carrot tops above the ground
